“Overhead the geese are a line, a moving scar. Wavering like a strand of pollen on the surface of a pond. Like them, we carry each year in our bodies. Our blood is time.” — Anne Michaels
“Overhead the geese are a line, a moving scar. Wavering like a strand of pollen on the surface of a pond. Like them, we carry each year in our bodies. Our blood is time.” — Anne Michaels